Super Furry Animals – Phantom Power

Super Furry AnimalsPhantom Power (Beggars Group)

For anyone unfamiliar with Super Furry Animals, let me give you this tip before going into their latest album, Phantom Power. Don’t try to figure the band out; you’ll drive yourself crazy in the process. Anyone with a basic ear for music can pick out a few obvious reference points. The truth is that the beauty behind the Furries music is that unlike other bands that make the same claim, they truly don’t limit themselves to any one sound. The songs on last year’s Rings Around the World compromised sunny pop, trip-hop, 70’s soul, classic rock, prog, and more. Each had their own distinct universe where the most exciting part of every listen came with the passages that took you from one world to the next—when one song would break down unexpectedly and go off in an entirely different direction, leaving you sitting there wondering how a standard pop song turned into a maniacal robot repeatedly screaming the phrase, “receptacle for the respectable.”

What we have on Phantom Power is another attempt to conquer the music world by mastering all of its genres. The Super Furry Animals are back with yet another album of cheeky pop songs and brilliant cross genre-fication. Unfortunately, they have seemingly lost their knack for finding those special transition phrases that took the songs from one style to the next, leaving us instead with a mix of impressive albeit jumbled songs that seem like a compilation rather then a cohesive effort.

If you take each song by itself, you’re left with a very high success rate. But when you take this as one large piece of art with several pieces, you notice a small lack of continuity and quality alike. “The Piccolo Snare” drags a tired progression through two or three minutes before it starts to drag a tired drum loop for two or three more. “Out of Control” is another bad selection, an attempt at cheese-metal which is too funny to be considered serious and too poor to even be considered a joke. “Golden Retriever” isn’t entirely bad, although the song reeks of gimmick and unlike other SFA songs of the same ilk, doesn’t have the benefit of an inventive sound and/or super-catchy melody to make the 15-minute-of-fame-single sound seem intended. Without those three songs, we’d have an album hovering around 40-minutes with eleven killer tracks. The three aforementioned songs are spread out enough through the album so that they are less noticeable, but they still shouldn’t be included here.

If you still feel confident forging ahead with the rest of the album, you’ll be rewarded with your typical Super Furry affair—dramatic pop from all walks of life in a timbre that recalls the heyday of 60’s Britpop and psychadelia bands presented in an entirely modern fashion, with the use of all sorts of digital as well as analog instrumentation, not to mention Paul McCartney chewing on a vegetable. “Venus and Serena” hits you at first just as hard as Pavement’s “Cut Your Hair” might have done, and for the same reason—”Venus and Serena” is the most intended and blatant out-of-left-field stab at college radio success the Super Furry Animals have ever recorded. But at the same time, like Pavement’s 1992 breakthrough single, you’ll find yourself rooting for it to succeed because it’s the type of song you can’t get enough of. “The Undefeated” cuts from soul and reggae to country to Chicago-era 70’s rock all within four minutes. “Liberty Belle” and “Hello Sunshine” are of the same feel of Rings Around the World‘s title-track. “Sex, War, and Robots” even takes a stab at Sea Change-style Beck, and for a second the heartache makes you forget you’re only listening to the Super Furry Animals. “Father Father #1” and “Father Father #2” sound remarkably similar to the instrumental pieces that opened and closed Nick Drake’s landmark Bryter Layter—folk with acoustic guitars and full-blown orchestras. The songs here don’t lack charm whatsoever, balancing the line between genius and animated insanity better than anyone has managed to do in a while.

What we have here is an album that, if given the time of day, can make you smile. Once you experience breakthrough on the fact that it isn’t Rings Around the World and can appreciate the songs for what they are, you’ll find an album carefully thought out and quite fun to listen to. The world needs more bands as brave as the Super Furry Animals to bring music into a brand new world. I know I’ve signed up for the ride.

Be sure to check out the Phantom Power mini-site.

Mooney Suzuki’s Souls Stolen by Satan

Switched at BirthIt was bad enough that Liz Phair had four of the fourteen songs on her new album written and produced by the Matrix, the team responsible for Avril Lavigne’s “Sk8ter Boi” and “Complicated.” But now Glorious Noise has discovered that one of our favorite rock and roll combos, the Mooney Suzuki, is currently recording with the Matrix as well! Please, someone tell us this is not true. That this is just some kind of internet rumor. Or at least tell us that once they hear the results, everyone will realize it was a ridiculous idea and scrap the tracks…

Continue reading Mooney Suzuki’s Souls Stolen by Satan

The Dale Earnhardt Tribute Concert: What Drives America?

3Dale Earnhardt’s death toward the finale of the 2001 Daytona 500 cut short the life and career of a guy who not only transformed the style of NASCAR with his ruthless driving skills, but was one of the sport’s most prominent, respected, and marketable faces. Indeed, in the weeks and months after his death, Dale Earndhardt, Incorporated promotional items formed a web of legacy support. The Intimidator even in death, Earnhardt’s likeness, #3 logo, and near-constant association to principal sponsors Budweiser and Chevrolet were probably even more prominent than in his prime. This was due in part to the sport’s ever-advancing popularity, and its diversification into markets that wouldn’t know a camshaft from a mineshaft. One of NASCAR’s most famous drivers would have to profit from such a rapid, cash soluble expansion, even posthumously. But after awhile, all the Dale worship became a bit off-putting, even for famously fanatical NASCAR fans. Entire back windows of Monte Carlos were devoted to Earnhardt’s triumphant silhouette, with urgent script heaping praise on the mustachioed millionaire road pilot. Sales of Dale bar mirrors no doubt sky rocketed. And the market for Earnhardt-affiliated fashion leather jackets? Well, let’s just say DEI was doing just fine, even operating one driver down.

Continue reading The Dale Earnhardt Tribute Concert: What Drives America?

What’s the Deal with Bright Eyes?

Free WinonaIs Bright Eyes really all that? The 23-year-old Nebraskan singer/songwriter (real name Conor Oberst) has been turning up regularly on critics’ “Best Of” lists and drawing consistent praise for his talent, including his new record, Lifted, or The Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground. He’s a founding member of Saddle Creek Records, the center of a newly-hot music scene in Omaha which includes bands The Faint, Cursive, Azure Ray and Oberst’s own side project, Desaparecidos. But attention is shining particularly on the flirtatiously named Bright Eyes. His youth, raw emotionalism and productivity—he’s released three full-lengths and countless EPs and 7″s—create the aura of a romantically burning poetic spirit. Inevitable comparisons to Dylan have been trotted out, as well as Robert Smith, whom Oberst himself names as a big influence. And it’s not just American critics who are enchanted with the waif-like Oberst—the Brits are getting on board too. An article in the Guardian UK gushes: “Part of what makes Bright Eyes so exciting is Oberst’s obviously passionate belief in the ability of songs to communicate ideas. Lifted is gloriously wordy, more scathing and verbose even than early Dylan.”

Continue reading What’s the Deal with Bright Eyes?

Jay Farrar – Terroir Blues

Jay FarrarTerroir Blues (Act/Resist Records)

Terroir Blues finds Farrar’s voice as clear as ever. From the first song, “No Turning Back,” he sounds sincere and warm, as though he is taking me aside to whisper in my ear: “Deliver us from now / From this 21st century blood / Bound to get burned.”

Disappointingly, the second track, “Space Junk I,” is just standard backwards-guitar experimentation, which would be interesting to play backward to hear how it sounds “forward” if you’ve got the motivation. I just skip past it.

“Hard Is The Fall” is confusing. “Living through the hardest times is inspiration enough,” is an interesting lyric and Farrar’s acoustic guitar and Eric Heywood’s pedal steel sound great, but the way the songs is mixed has the left channel a split-second faster than the right, leaving an annoying echo, and rendering Farrar’s singing nearly impossible to understand. Reverb would have been fine. For this song, I only listen to the left or right channel at a time.

“Fool King’s Crown” sounds as though someone played each instrument and vocal track through a megaphone (similar to Isaac Brock’s “Wild Pack Of Family Dogs,” except not as good). The crusty sound leaves me frustrated and missing the clear vocals of the other 90% of the album. From the lyric sheet, I judge that this song is about poor leadership and money grubbing.

Other than “Hard Is The Fall,” “Fool King’s Crown” and the six (!) versions of “Space Junk” on the 23-track album, the rest of Terroir Blues is acoustic, beautiful, and provocative. Jay’s voice is warmer than ever, his lyrics are complex and enigmatic as ever, and the instrumentation (lots of pedal steel, strings and even a flute) add to an energetic yet mellow, thoughtful release.

“Out On The Road” features Lew Winer on flute. His wistful crescendos match the song’s themes: “You’re going to be built up / You’re going to be torn down,” but the flute counters the lyrical ambivalence and supports Farrar’s optimistic advice: “Some will promise all the world for just one dance / You’re gonna find pain… Don’t let the falling rain get in your eyes.” See, it’s not so depressing after all.

And not all the songs are sad, either. On “California,” Farrar sings “Walked the sidewalks of San Francisco / Spent the night in a town called Weed,” and even as he admits that “It’s been said before,” the song sounds fresh as a Coronado morning.

While Farrar offers no solution to his apocalyptic visions, it’s obvious by the end that he wants to be there to help. And while he wants to unravel our tightly-wound, near-busted pocket watches, he wonders “What’s in store when the going gets unraveled?” He nearly calls to us: “Who’s going to make a difference?” I suppose we should.

This album is inspirational in its shimmering acoustic and pedal steel compositions, and Lew Winer’s flute is exquisite throughout. (Trust me, I mean it. I’ve never used the word “exquisite” before.) With its 23 tracks, I’m willing to sacrifice the few non-songs. Even if you’re not yet a fan of Jay Farrar, Terroir Blues might be the album to turn you into one.

You can buy this album from Amazon. And you can download a different mix of “All of Your Might” (mp3) and other mp3s from jayfarrar.net. Check out Pat La Penna’s article about a Jay Farrar show in Michigan back in 2001: Another Round Before You Go.

Memo to Wilco

Jeff TweedyTo: Wilco

From: Stephen Macaulay

Re: Comerica Taste Fest, July 2, 2003

Guys. You’ve really got to consider a few things before taking on gigs. Like playing in the parking lot of the Fisher Theater in the New Center district of Detroit last night. Sure, it was good to see you. Up on the stage sponsored by the MGM Grand Casino, one of three casinos in the nearby vicinity. (Oddly enough, Jeff, you didn’t make that connection during “Casino Queen.” Sure, you can crack the Tigers for being a shitty baseball team—as when you asked the crowd how many know the lyrics to “Jesus, etc.” and then noted that there were about 20%, which you described as the hitting average of our hometown team—which, of course, gives your act some immediacy and context for the sweaty crowd. But the casino connection was just so obvious. Maybe that’s the reason why you didn’t.) There were 35 restaurants that had their wares on the blocked-off West Grand Boulevard. Everything from the expected ribs to turkey quesadillas, which accounted for the smoke and occasional fragrance in the air. Just a few blocks away, down West Grand, there’s the Motown Museum. Small world. You were in some hallowed terrain.

Continue reading Memo to Wilco

Wasted: Guided By Voices Keep Playing

Pollard and friendGuided By Voices

The Intersection, Grand Rapids, Michigan, June 26, 2003

We took our seats as the opening act was setting up. The Intersection is a nice little venue with a well-stocked bar and a relaxed atmosphere. Not the cozy old shithole it was before relocating, but still a good place to see a show. My pal Ivan ordered a well-deserved Guinness, while I, recovering old drunk that I am, made do with Diet Coke. We settled in among the placid crowd of a couple hundred Grand Rapids hipsters and indie kids and waited. (Ah, those perky little indie girls in their tight jeans, almost half my age…)

Continue reading Wasted: Guided By Voices Keep Playing

Libidinous Economics & The Lack of Network Effects

That's what I want...The reality of the music business being a business is something that people, for reasons that are not entirely clear, like to avoid thinking about. To be sure, there is resistance to the record companies that have been manifest by the various forms of file-swapping, resistance that has led to a Borg-like response: Napster was assimilated; now there is discussion even within the U.S. legislature about the destruction of hard drives owned by those individuals who would dare continue exchanging music in a way that is unauthorized. Get ready for the photon torpedoes. The lack of what is perceived as authorization, of course, is one that is predicated on the belief of the record companies with regard to their “ownership’ of music. (This point of view, it should be noted, is not entirely unique to the record companies: the last time you installed any software from Redmond on your computer, you probably noted that you had to agree to what fundamentally amounts to the fact that although you “bought” the product—that is, exchanged money for product—you are really just borrowing the software.) But when we leave the realm of file swapping, there seems to be a blithe blind eye toward the fact that success is as much a matter of calculated stratagems as it is of talent. Rock and roll can change our lives, we think, because rock and roll is something that smacks of some sort of purity, of an almost religious state of being. We look at performers as being able to touch something in us, and we certainly won’t let anyone in who is tainted with filthy lucre. Or so we think. Because unless there’s an accountant behind them, and a marketeer in front of the accountant, we’re unlikely to see or hear them.

Continue reading Libidinous Economics & The Lack of Network Effects

Rock and roll can change your life.